He Has Trojan Players Ready for Rhyme Time

'Twas a bit before Oregon State and all through the lair

Not a creature was stirring, not even a bear;

The helmets were all hung in the lockers with care,

In hopes that the Sooners soon would be there.

The fans were sitting all clad in their reds,

While visions of Sugar Bowls danced in their heads;

And Chow in the booth, and Traveler on track,

Had just started making their plans of attack,

When out on the field there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a team called the Trojans, all starting to cheer.

With a fiery young leader, so lively and neat,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Pete.

More rapid than eagles, his players they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

Now, Leinart! now, Dennis! now, Colbert and Williams!

On, Cody! On, Nazel! On, Grootegoed and Simmons!

To the top of the nation! To the top of them all!

Now, fight on! Fight on! Just hold onto the ball!

He sprang to the sideline, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all charged like a land-to-air missile.

And I heard him exclaim, as he drove for the win,

"If we don't go to New Orleans, the BCS is a sin!"

Andrew Dunn


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